Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Monolith , by - Alix Perez. Release date: 19.05.2013
Song language: English
Monolith |
| We’re covert, trying to figure out these crazy days??? |
| movements and shady ways. |
| I heard money talks |
| Get it if you can |
| It’s full force on a course fucking up the plans |
| We’re covert underground guerilla militia |
| Prohibition cashflow, we triple the figure |
| I heard money talks |
| Get it if you can |
| With your middle finger to the man |
| They want us all on lockdown, locked up |
| Edging closer to that drop off the top floor |
| Scrutinize my moves out the camera angles |
| Laughing while I figure??? |
| entangled |
| And every step’s a stone throw from the gallows |
| I’m cold to the marrow, throwing quotes from the shadows |
| So head up a rabbit hole it winds and it’s narrow |
| You can call me many things but don’t call me paro |
| As I figure how to cover my tracks now that I’m older |
| Slipping through the government cracks, the rebel soldier |
| Steady sipping on some undescript flask, I’m seldom sober |
| Broadcasting out of the lab until it’s over |
| It’s a cold night out, boy better keep your wits about |
| I’m getting closer to a blizzard now |
| How we’re trapped up in this system even though it’s in its last days |
| Trying to spread the message so I scribble on a vast page |
| Painstaking, we’re at the foont gunnin' |
| Butterflies deep in the cut, we touch nothing |
| Stay covert, black ops??? |
| percenters |
| My time booting??? |
| bless with |
| Money is the surefire path to life’s freedom |
| Money is the tree, the fruit we eat from |
| Money is the route to our demise, yet we need it |
| But do we really? |
| But who am I to question? |
| They’re telling us to never stand out, to pay attention |
| Be??? |
| Not to mention we live our life eyes wide shut, crown the dead man |
| The iceman cometh, dissect the monolith |
| Revolution is the old man’s bed, fucking college kid |
| Clones of the archetypal, progress is hindered |
| Personal fame, one foot in the grave, Lord forgive us |
| Yo, vault your circle in the trophy |
| Let’s lock down the currency Merkel and Sarkozy |
| Murder in the first degree, nothing cosy |
| They all fought down a pocket full of posies |
| Oppose me? |
| No I’m a general, salute me |
| The truth be nothing but the truth absolutely |
| You ain’t really real, you’re more like a movie |
| I’m hoodish, I broadcast documentary footage |
| Goodness gracious, monopolize the papers |
| Next thing they’re toppling the scyscrapers |
| Triple darkness, double agents, single currency |
| The hand of globalisation |
| They got the kids in training, bold and that |
| It’s like tinker taylor, soldier’s??? |
| We’re trying to trace the call, hold the line |
| They’re all watching the clock but they don’t know the time |